Chapter 3: Silver and PebblesAlex did not return the following day. Garrett told himself that it did not matter. That it was helpful, even. The youngest prince of Averene was a complication, one with hidden and not-so-hidden motives, a young man who wanted to bed attractive persons and compose derivative sonnets and please his father, the King.
They finished the cheese and bread with supper. Garrett made spring onion soup, and he and the students shared Alex’s wine, the flavors of honey and wildflowers. The moon came up, a half-full silvery crescent that found a match in white marble walls and Lorre’s reflecting pool.
The moon did not know where Alex had been all day. Garrett ordered himself not to ask.
He draped the scarf across the bookshelf in his own small bare room, letting it hang
